Seventeen Stabs

The day I was stabbed seventeen times by a robber, James brought his first love, Wendy, to our home.

"Who's calling?"

He kissed Wendy's lips while casually declining my ninth call. "Just spam," he said dismissively.

But after he prepared my body for burial with his own hands, he silently gave them eighteen stab wounds.

………………………………

While James was making out with Wendy on my brand-new couch, I was cornered by an armed robber.

When I saw him about to swing his knife at an elderly person, I gritted my teeth and tackled him.

"Run!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

They scrambled out of the jewelry store while the robber took his rage out on me, stabbing me seventeen times - seven times in my face.

Afraid of the police arriving, he gave me one quick kick before fleeing with the stolen jewelry.

Blood kept pouring down my face. I couldn't see anything, but muscle memory helped me dial that familiar number, calling him again and again...

Meanwhile, James hung up on my call with a cold expression. "Just spam."

Across from him sat a gentle-looking woman. She smiled softly, "You haven't changed at all. I don't know how Caroline puts up with you."

He scoffed, clearly irritated at the mention of my name. "Why bring her up on such a perfect day?"

When my spirit drifted in, they were making out on my new couch - the one I hadn't even sat on yet. James had his eyes closed, completely surrendered to her kiss.

He never showed that side to me.

Whenever he kissed me, it always felt like an annoying obligation.

And now my brand-new couch was already ruined.

A moment later, James's phone rang again.

He glanced at it and answered, putting it on speaker so Wendy wouldn't get suspicious:

"James, we've got work. Just got a new female body in."

James frowned and grunted in acknowledgment. After hanging up, he muttered, "Why now of all times?"

He made sure to promise Wendy: "This'll be my last one. After I handle this body, we'll go on that vacation together."

Yet he'd rejected my vacation plans just weeks ago, claiming he was too busy with work.

I watched coldly as he got up to gather his things.

What James didn't know was that the last body he'd ever handle would be mine.

James put on his gloves and mask before pulling back the sheet covering my body.

My body was covered in gashes - some so deep you could see internal organs through the wounds.

Even as a spirit, seeing myself like this made me gag.

James only furrowed his brow slightly before bowing his head in a moment of silence.